Out here are bluffs that raise the alarm and send engines screaming
past oversized garage doors.

I'll see your sun and raise you a burn.

Let's trip down stairs that lead to nowhere.

Exit after exit, hill after hill, navigate by grasses in the handbook.

Well, your feathers are flotsam now.

The last thing one should do is die.

Has anyone forgiven you yet?

How many others there have been.

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The OED's entry for "chorometry" ("the art of surveying a country") is surprisingly spare: a single reference to a technological dictionary from 1823. This piece imagines some of the language that might fill out an updated definition.